You Are Most Silent when You Die

a dead mutt,
found by the road side.
killed by a van,
few days ago.

there comes an ant,
standing on the eyeball,
while a fly,
standing on the nose,
since
there are no better plinth
to stay.

It’s noisy here,
as they are arguing on the origin
of what they had found
in the mongrel ----------

the sluggish,
higgledy-piggledy
larva
or worms
or maggots

maggots
thousands of them
from nowhere
stuffing their heads into
the wide open brain of the dog,
after been run over by that van

that van,
is where
the ant
were brought from,
with identical clear printing of
‘If I Drive Recklessly, Please Dial…’
at the vehicle’s back.

‘they will grow wings
like me’
said the fly

maggots sucking
the juices of knowledge from the mutt,
which make them believe that they can bark.

‘no, they shall grow legs
and live in the holes like
me,’



maggots tearing
fibre of the dog’s meat
which make them grow longer

the ant quarrelled
with the fly

the maggots sucking ideas
from the canine ---------

died
on the road
after trying its effort
to clear its head
from the nuisance
of the fly.

Few days ago.

21 apr 2009 kissm
for beng hock